okay; so i've decided alongside revamping my timeline / headcanons, i also want to replenish threads / interactions etc.
what this means is that i just wanna start things fresh. shipping wise, i have so many wonderful ships / stories i've written with people, and yes - they're amazing, they will be kept. but i think for my peace of mind / a good way to get me writing again is for me to just start afresh regarding threads.
if we have ongoing storylines, we can continue these - but i want to do them in fresh threads. i know this might be tedious / awkward but i've got so many just sat in my drafts and i've let them pile. with work and the pupperooni and all that jazz, i think i've let them stagnate for long enough that it's hard to get into the swing of writing them again.
so, thread wise - i'm going to drop everything (booo, this guy stinks - i know lol). but this way, it's better for me to plot with new peeps i haven't spoken to before and for those i have stories with etc, i can create a story with you surrounding our current one and hopefully be able to focus on it more!
my plan is -
empty my askbox | as it stands, i have seven asks character-wise, i plan on chipping through these as i go.
thread wise | all are dropped and i will be messaging people as i get back in the swing of things to replot things etc.
headcanons | im working on a massive revamp post. some have already been deleted from my blog. might try and post this bad boy tonight but i'm exhausted from work, so we'll see :eyes:.
all in all, i'ma be making some plotting calls and an interest tracker real soon. i really, really wanna get into the swing of writing regularly again and if it means a soft reboot, then so be it T-T
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so somthing fun happened today
ight; background:
It was my turn to make dinner today. All right, let’s move into the kitchen and make it!
problem one: dopamine crash
for those of you who don’t know how ADHD/Depression and a lack of happy chemical works (all 3.2 of you) dopamine is a chemical in the brain that makes stuff happen. Activates neurons. Including the muscle ones. So if you don’t have enough, no move for you.
so there I was, sitting in the living room (mystypæd toom, so is living tomb now. Fits the story) unable to get up. Fun. I decide to [word sorta similar to inquire/aquire] some help from my friends and mother, the “heckling of the croud” to make my feeties do the big steppy. Didn’t work. Rock as stone, no move.
But then I had a very good Idea.
if I couldn’t stand up from the chair because my motivation to do so was non existent, I simply had to get off the chair. But how would I get out? We already established that I can’t stand standing, so what? (It is pertinent to note that at this point I was on FaceTime with my mom, who was at a small party with the neighbors. Where she proceeded to get all of them (only like 10 people in total, but still a crowd) to yell “get up, [name]!” I got heckled by a literal crowd. It did not work. But that does mean what happened next had an audience)
I realized I could fall. See, if i tucked my legs in and leaned forward, I would off myself from the seat. So i did, and was now one step closer to the goal—i could still not stand. Fuck. (At this point, my mom thought i had stood, and proceeded to yell this “fact” out to the heckers (hecklers, but funyn typœ) for them to revel in their drunken victory. There was cheering. I managed to get out that no, I had in fact fallen. To an “ahhh” (think wii bowling reaction to failure) from said crowd)
whelp. Only one thing to do. I scat (scooted. I had not shat) across the floor to get to my destination: the kitchen (we’re not even tehre yet and it’s already been several paragraphs. We’re not even standing). Here we encounter obstacle numero dos.
Princess Lily O’Doherty
Heckin pupper
this, as one might imagine, was a challenge. I was immediately distracted by the booper in front of me. She was the cutest. Is the cutest. The the pooper doggo of aww. Need. Needed. Could not move past. Paralyzed by cute, i was. My mom was yelling at me to pass, to not get distracted. But I couldn’t, i was enthralled. I needed a solution, and fast.
so i pushed her.
if I couldn’t avoid the problem, then id just move it till I didn’t need to deal with it anymore. I scooted her along the floor and scooted up to her, over and over again. During this, my mother went to find my dad. Scoot Get another voice into the room. Scoot scoot She couldn’t, so she got my uncle. I was finally in the kitchen when she got up and left me.
one problem: I was still on the floor.
then the dogs started barking.
I turned around and peeked out the front window, spotting my father and a different uncle (note, im from California, so uncle and aunt mostly refers to family friends and close neighbors) on a return trip to aquire more wetware (read; beer) i could only see their heads (still on floor) but i was sure it was them.
i scat to the garage door, holding back the three pupperoonies (hecking goodins) cracked it open and called for my saviors. But I could not hold them back. The dogs crowded around me, pushing at my arms and the door itself to get through. Get to them.
just as I was about to give up hope, release the hoard and finally answer “who let the dogs out?” They came. Through the door that is they were already there in the house at that point i just couldn’t talk to them.
like the deus ex vino he was, he came in and asked.
“why are you on the floor?”
“couldn’t get up.”
“why?”
“not enough motivation.”
“oh.”
“could you help me up?”
he reached down, and like god reaching for adam on Michelangelo’s masterpiece he grabbed my arm and pulled me up to heaven my feet.
at last, I stood.
aaaany way after that I completely flubbed my stirfry by adding al the shit in at once but [chaos cook] perk made it come out alright so eh what’s it.
anyways thanks for listening to my TEDtalk bye!
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Pupdate
Another small update on Pupperooni. She had an x-ray on Thursday which confirmed she's ruptured the cruciate ligament in her left leg. This is the same original injury sustained to her right, albeit under different circumstances.
She's now on the immediate wait list for surgery, which will be the same surgery she went through before. It will be anywhere within the next 3 weeks. The surgery for this is pretty invasive and it will be 8 months of recovery minimum.
Right now she's at Grandpa's enjoying being spoiled while we rearrange the downstairs to accommodate her recovery ❤
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I have a whole folder on my phone called "puppers" that is specifically for my dogs. It has way more photos in it than any other folder
This gremlin o mine is the star of my gallery i keep so many photos and vids of her and my 5 kitties
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🐶
🐶: do you have any pets?
EEEE HELLO!!! Yes I do indeed!!!! I got two pupperoonies and a rabbit!!!!
This mah fave but shhhh XD she’s like my guard dog and I love her so fecking much
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when she's older, Mordred teachers her parkour - watch?v=hs79Hmz-kV8
Oh, NO DOUBT ABOUT IT! PARKOUR PUPPEROONI! HELL YEAH, LOVE IT!
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